Happy Birthday to Tarang....

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This entry is dedicated to this past week of August when I celebrated two birthday bashes back to back. And both of my fellow McGians. Week started with 10^th Aug, the day for which the assassin inside me was waiting for so long. It was Tarang’s Bday. Hi hu ha ha ha….. You must be thinking why I was so happy? I tell you the reason. As this year we will be celebrating our last bdays in HBTI, we thought it should be something different. It should be extra special. So my roguish mind gave me an idea of Third Degree Birthday Celebration and Chintu (Tarang) became the first victim of it. But as you know that “Deewaron ke bhi kaan hote hain”, Chintu had an idea what was going to happen with him so he was a bit mentally prepare for the show. But he misunderstood the degree of persecute.

Finally, after all the setting up and deliberations, stage was ready for the show.

Venue: My room

Time: Aug 10^th, 12AM.

Actor in lead role: Tarang Singhal

Actor in negative role: Nitin Mishra

Supporting Actors in negative role: Vivek Singh & Munendra Gangwar

Here we go. Show started when Chintu was asked to remove his shirt and sit on the chair. (He could not refuse because I have an unfair advantage of my gargantuan built over him.) Unquestioningly, he sat on chair, half naked. I took a nylon rope and tied him with the chair. And Chintu started screaming for mercy. Now Birthday without cake???? Is it possible? No. Ding…please brings the cake and yummy fresh chocolate cake was in my hand. Now cake and Chintu, face to face. Three….Two….One….BANGGGGGGGGGG…. Within a second, his face was covered with cream coz of paroxysm of cake on him. But I made a mistake. Instead of hitting whole cake on his face, I should have hit his face on the cake. Result… some cream was on my room’s floor and walls. But the cake was for the birthday boy. So we collected all the cream from the floor and walls and very carefully wiped it on Chintu’s whole body. It was more like applying ubtan, the only difference was of cream, instead of turmeric. After all this, what’s next? Next step was more interesting. It was the time for the egg shots. Three consecutive egg shots one by one, starting from me, followed by Vivek and Munendra. And I don’t think I need to explain here how tarang was reacting. He was not reacting. He was blaring like nutter, disturbing all the neighbors. So we had to stop him. Chintu is an addicted junky (although now days he is avoiding it) and Mc Allo Tikki Burger is his favorite. So we brought it for him. And there was, in spite of all agony, a smile on his face. But, poor chintu, again trapped in our noose. Actually, before his arrival, we placed green chilies in his burger. Alas! He was lucky. Chilies were not hot enough to make him bounce from the chair. But we compensated it with four or five extra green chilies, which we gave him with the last bite. His reaction? Needless to write I think. Shouting with all the fire in his mouth, he asked for water. But we gave him cold drink followed by his ablution with cold drink. And those small droplets, when fell on his torso, were more like sharp needles (as chintu explained it later). But a birthday without birthday bumps is like an apple pie without cheese and a kiss without a squeeze. So we had to follow the tradition. But we replaced the traditional GPL by tight slaps. Five slaps in a row. One by one. And with the final slap, mission was accomplished. After 20 minutes long operation, we reached to the climax. Chintu was on the rampage and when he came back after having shower, he reminded me of Tom Hanks in Cast Away, when, after spending four long years on that Iceland, he came back to Memphis. Same like Hanks, Chintu was not able to realize that party was over and he was sitting with his three best fiends. And when he came back to real, he promised me that on my bday, I will be playing the lead role and he will be running the show. His last words were, “Pape, I will not forget. I will pay you back till the Last drop of my Blood.” Ok Chintu. I’ll wait buddy. I’m not afraid of you (Although I know meri sabse gande tarike se watt lagegi, yet dialog marne me kya jata hai). But Feb abhi door hai. Till then, I will find any exit plan for it.

Carpe Diem guys.